The Passing
There is always a bridge a San Luis Ray we have to cross on
the fateful day when it collapses, but we are not alone many
others some quite young will also be on that bridge.
We can blame the constructor of the bridge – Haliburton – or
blame the state for lack of upkeep, heavy truckloads or shoddy
workmanship. And like the friar in the novel by Thornton Wilder
go looking for an answer; there is none, and there should not be
any because it is irrelevant on that day whether you use
a rowing boat or use a bridge on your way to Hades; the solace
is as in the song “you will never walk alone.” Sung by Liverpool
football supporters
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